Humility

Life is funny.  Not ha-ha funny, but strange funny.  It never ceases to surprise me that when I begin to throw myself a pity party, I find myself often humbled.  There are people in this world who are suffering far worse than I can even fathom and  here I am woe is me. 

 I am lucky.  I have a good life.  A loving family.  I have a job working with good people.  I have good friends, not just any friends, but truly good people who support and care about me.  I have my faith, my Lord.  I am by no means wealthy in material possessions, but when it comes to what matters, I have enough.

MS sucks, don't get me wrong, but I am not dying.  I can't let myself become THAT  person.  I won't become that person. Life doesn't end because of this illness.  I try to remember that when I can't stand on my own two feet.  I try to remember that when I stumble.  I try to remember that when I am house-bound because I am so dizzy I can't drive.  I try to remember that when my left foot won't lift off the ground like it's supposed to or when my vision fails in my right eye.  This is not the end.  Nor is it a beginning.  This is a chapter.  A chapter of my life, a deviation in the journey. An opportunity.

I for some reason and having trouble linking, so I encourage you to copy and paste the following link.  It's a song by Norah Jones called Humble Me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rsX-LpXqlI&feature=related